Focus {ON HOLD}

Chapter 3

"Okay guys, so the rally is tomorrow and we need to perfect this dance." the dance captain, Megan, explained. "Get in position. Ready! Five, six, seven, eight!"

We have been in school for 2 weeks and been practicing this dance routine everyday. I've improved so much since summer conditioning.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Everyone stopped dancing and turned towards the scream.

Megan was on the floor, holding her thigh. Tears were pouring down her face. One girl grabbed an ice pack out of the fridge and pressed it onto Megan's leg.

"I think I pulled my hamstring! It's burning!" Her snobby voice whined. She was known to be a little over dramatic, and mean. Whenever someone got hurt, she told them to just walk it off and get over it.

"Walk it off and get over it." The words slipped out of my mouth as I quoted her. The whole room gasped and looked at me, then turned to look at Megan.

"Excuse me? If you want to be a bitch, then why don't you become the dance captain and coach this team."

"Okay." I replied, earning a few scoffs, and some quiet cheers.

Only Megan's friends liked her, everyone else despised her.

"Goodluck honey." She said, voice full of sarcasm. Her friends carried her onto a wheelchair and wheeled her away.

The metal door slammed, leaving the room silent and all eyes on me.

"Hi everyone." I awkwardly laughed, thinking to think of something to say.

"We don't need Megan to perfect this dance. We will perform this dance amazingly, to show her that we can do it."

The room filled with positivity and confidence.

I led the team into the gym so we can organize everyone's positions.

The song for our routine was a combination of "What Do You Mean" and "One Last Time" and let me just say, there is a lot of booty popping.

We had just began our routine when loud voices filled the gym. I paused the music and turned to see the baseball team setting their bags down and taking seats on the bleachers.

I spotted Mr.Grant and hurried to him. I tapped him on his (very muscular) arm causing him to turn around and smirk.

"Excuse me! What are you guys doing? We are trying to practice here." I put my hands on my hip, feeling irritated, especially since Nathan was sitting with his friends, making a joke out of this.

"Well we finished practice early and decided to pay you a visit. We won't distract you guys" he replied, crossing his arms.

I groaned, causing some of the guys to giggle, and stomped back to my spot in the front of the rows.

Signaling for the music to play, we begin dancing.

I felt a little uncomfortable doing these provocative dance moves in front of my teacher and the whole baseball team. But then again, it gave me the confidence to look hot.

After going over the routine 2 more times, I dismiss the girls. The gym begins to empty out, leaving me and a few other people.

I clean up some empty water bottles and clean myself up. Mr. Grant approaches me while I grab my bag and fix my ponytail.

"That was really great what you guys did out there." He complimented.

"Why thank you Mr.Grant" I smirked, walking out of the gym.

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Once I reached the parking lot, I searched for my mom's car, feeing disappointed when it was not there.

I pulled out my phone to call my mom, but she had already left a text message.

I'm getting out of work a little late so try to get a ride from someone else.

Shit. Everyone I knew left already. There was only 4 other people, and I don't know any of them.

"Do you have a ride?" That manly voice of Mr.Grant's said, catching me off guard.

"Stop sneaking up on me like that!" I whine, causing him to laugh laugh, "And no! My mom can't pick me up!"

"I can drop you off if you want. It's not like I have anything else to do or anyone waiting for me at home."

"Can you please? I live in Stonecreek."

"Sure, that's not to far from my place." He says, pulling his keys out of his pocket, "Let's go."

We get into his car which is a 2015 Lexus.

"Woah nice car," I say, buckling my seat belt.

"Thanks, it's my pride and joy." He said, running his hand across the dashboard.

"Loser," I mumble, letting out a giggle.

"What'd you say?"

"Uh, nothing." I grin.

"Hey, don't make me fail you on your next quiz!" He laughs at the joke, but it reminded me that I'm currently in a car with my teacher. Alone.

This is so wrong, but Mr. Grant doesn't make it feel bad.

I'm over thinking this. He is just giving me a ride home, nothing bad.

The awkward car ride consisted of bland questions to kill the silence.

"So you're 25 and still not married?" I ask, pushing some boundaries.

"Yeah, I've just really been focusing on my teaching career. But I do have one special lady in my laugh. And that's my dog, Roxy." I let out a laugh at the thought of him being an old dog lady.

"Aw that's cute,"

We drive for about 5 more minutes until we pull up to my little brick house.

"Well, thanks for the ride and I'll see you tomorrow......" I was about to say his name, but I remembered that I don't know it.

"Scott." He answered.

"Okay, goodbye Scott, I'll see you tomorrow." I shut the door and walk to my door. He waits until I go inside to drive away.

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